You were the jerk working the door at the Queen Mary's New Year's Eve event. You took a personal joy in being as rude as humanly possible. Never in my life have I seen a man so eager to yell at and berate customers. You'd think for shelling out a whopping hundred bucks per ticket, people would be treated with a little more respect. You even yelled at the band. You, sir, are a first-class dickhead with some serious power-trip issues. I sincerely hope your New Year's resolution includes finding a new job, one in which you don't deal with the public. Perhaps scraping dead animals off the side of the road would be a better fit.